Breadcrumbs: A Poetry Collection

10-year Plan

My city has a ten-year plan
Hoping to "go green" as they say
They lay out these grandiose ideas
Of how a decade will change our lives
Buildings draped in greenery,
Rooftop gardens and solar-powered cars
Recycling centers on every block
That spend days churning old plastic
Into reusable shopping bags.
They sell it as an ideal utopia
Carbon footprints chopped in half
People investing in greenhouses
And air-filtration systems
Electronic billboards urge the public
To use biodegradable straws
A ditch their morning bacon and eggs
For a raw fruit smoothie

I have a ten-year plan, too
Though maybe not as fantastical
To move to a cottage in the countryside
With my husband and a kid or two,
Somewhere where grasses grow wildly
And a squabble of chickens roam free
Around a garden I dug with my own hands.
At night every star in the sky is visible
Ursa Major bearing her claws
And Orion bringing forth his sword
Our feet are bare in the springtime mud
That lends itself to a bountiful harvest
And a happy herd of cows
Who's milk gives us the strength to
Spend a summer frolicking out of doors

I crumple up the flyer left on my porch
That promises an eco-friendly future
As I ponder on my ten-year plan and wonder
Which of us is really "going green"?